FREYA POV
Kira started crying. I heard Colt groan, “It’s your turn.” He chuckled sleepily as he rolled out of bed. I laughed and rolled out of bed too. Hunter hasn’t cried yet, but if Kira is crying, he’ll be crying soon after.
This is the third night in a row that Kira has decided none of us needed any sleep. I grabbed the teething ointment and sat down with her in my rocking chair next to Colt as he sat in his with Hunter. Colt hates the ointment; says it’s filled with chemicals children shouldn’t have. However, his pack’s idea of a teething remedy is sips of mead. So, I won that battle.
I’m not sure if I won the battle because the man-made ointment is better than sips of alcohol for the kids, or if it’s because he’s still mentally recovering from my death six months ago.
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